To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.

Pride went before, ambition follows him.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.